Luyện nghe bài hát Better Days

Silver hair neatly combed in place
There were generations of love on her face
She was so wise, no surprise passed her
seen it all

I was a child, oh, about or four
All day I'd ask
At I'd ask more
But whenever, she never would ever turn me

I'd say, "How can I be sure what is or wrong?
And why does what I want always so long?
Please me where does God live
And why won't He to me?"

I'd say, "Grandma what is
I ever find out?
Why are we so poor, what is life
I wanna know the before I fall off to sleep"

She sort of as she tucked me in
Then she pulled up that old chair once again
But she was slightly, remarkably
somehow

Slowly she rocked, lookin' half
Grandma as she stretched
Then she to speak
What she me would mold me and hold me together inside

She said, "All the you ask you will know someday
But you have got to in a patient way
God put us by fate
And by fate that means days"

She said, "Child we all are in the dark of night
no morning gonna come 'til the time is right
Can't get to better days lest you it through the night
You gotta make it the night, yes you do"

You get to no better days
Unless you make it the night
Oh, you will see better days
But you be patient
Be oh baby, be patient

Later year at the turn of spring
Heaven sent angels down and gave Grandma her
Now she's flying and and gliding
In days

And although I'm all up
I get confused
I through the dark
bumped and bruised

When night in my way
I still hear my Grandma say
I can her say
I can her say

("Be patient, be patient")
"You get to no better days
you make it through the night baby
Oh, you see those better days"
("Be patient, be patient")
"But you gotta be
Child, do you me, yeah?"

("Be patient, be patient")
"You get to no better days
Unless you it, you got to make it
You got to it
You got to make it the night"

("Be patient, be patient")
Oh Grandma, oh
Do you see me now,
Oh oh oh oh oh

("Be patient, be patient")
She to sit me on her knee
She to comb my hair
She used to me stories
My Grandma me everywhere